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Authors: Carl Weber

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I’d been hanging with Val for a little over a month now. Nothing romantic, just friendship. At least until now. Truth is, I knew she wanted me. She’d sent me more than enough flirtatious signals the past few weeks to make up for the rejection she’d given me that night in my apartment. I was just afraid to make a move because I didn’t wanna embarrass myself if I couldn’t get it up. But judging by the lump in my pants, that wasn’t going to be a problem tonight.
“I want you, Kyle,” she whispered, gently blowing in my ear. If she only knew how much that excited me.
“I want you too, Val,” I whispered back.
I kissed her again, slowly undressing her in the middle of her living room. As each piece of clothing fell from her body, I gently ran my fingertips where the clothes belonged until she was standing in front of me wearing only a G-string.
“Now that you’ve got the package unwrapped, what do you plan on doing with it?” she asked as she slowly removed my suit jacket.
“First I plan on giving you a very delicate, sensual massage. Then I’m going to make your body sing with my tongue. You think you’d like that?”
“Uh-huh,” she moaned as if I’d already started. “I’d love for you to make me sing.”
I smiled. Things were getting hot, and I could feel perspiration form on my forehead.
“Then after I taste what makes you a woman, I’m going to make love to you in every way imaginable.”
“Oh, God that sounds so good,” she whispered. “There’s just one thing.”
“What’s that?” I asked. I couldn’t imagine a problem the way she was panting by now.
“Condoms.”
“Condoms?” I didn’t get it.
“Do you have any?”
Now I got it. No condoms, no sex. I’d been married so long I forgot about condoms.
“No, I don’t have any.”
“Neither do I.”
“Damn,” I knew this was too good to be true. I was praying she wouldn’t change her mind about the whole thing. “Want me to go get some?” I raised my eyebrows, pleading with my eyes.
“I think that would be best.” She kissed me. “I promise it’ll be worth it.”
I took one last appreciative gaze at her naked flesh.
“Of that I have no doubt.” I reached down to pick up my coat. She handed me her keys.
“Let yourself in. I’ll be waiting.” I wanted to get back to her so bad, I almost ran to the door.
 
It felt like I’d been to every corner store and bodega in Brooklyn before I found a store that sold lambskin condoms. I wanted Val so bad I probably woulda dealt with the rash a latex condom would give me if she had one at her place. But since I had to go to the store, there was no reason to mess around with my allergy to latex.
When I got back to Val’s apartment and opened the door, I could smell the incense she was burning and could hear the romantic music in the background. A smile spread across my face when I realized she was playing Montel Jordan, my favorite singer. It was nice to know she was the kinda woman who remembered things like that. As I took off my coat, I couldn’t help but notice the large box sitting on the coffee table. I picked up the note on top of it.
Kyle,
Take off your clothes. There a present in the box for you. There’s a bottle of champagne in the fridge and two glasses on the counter. Pour us some. I’ll be waiting in the bedroom.
Val
 
 
I opened the box and there was a powder blue satin robe and a pair of matching boxers. Man, she had really gone all out. I guess she had planned this night all along. I stripped off my clothes and put on the boxers and the robe, checking myself out in the mirror above the sofa. I had to admit I looked pretty damn good. Strolling into the kitchen, I filled the two glasses with champagne and made my way to the bedroom. The door was closed, so I knocked gently.
“Come in,” Val purred sweetly.
I opened the door and did a double take. Val looked so damn good I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. She was wearing a sheer, sexy teddy with a matching thong, the same color as my robe and boxers. But it wasn’t just what she was wearing that made her look so awesome. It was the way she was posing. Her pretty brown thighs were fully exposed and crossed over each other as she lay on her stomach, looking up at me.
“Mmm, mmm, mmm,
don’t you look good?” She licked her lips.
I didn’t say a word. I just smiled as I walked over to the bed and handed her a glass of champagne.
“Here’s to a wonderful night.” She raised her glass.
“To a wonderful night,” I echoed as our glasses clinked. We kissed between sips of champagne.
“Did you get them?” She was looking at my hands.
“Get what?”
“You know, the condoms.”
“Yeah, I got them.” I reached into the pocket of the robe and pulled out the box of condoms. You shoulda seen her smile. Val reached up and turned off the light, leaving only the glow of the two candles to illuminate the first lovemaking I’d do in almost six long months. God, what a time I was about to have.
Two wild, sex-filled hours later I was lying on my back, looking up at the ceiling fan as Val snuggled up next to me. She was snoring lightly. The candles had burned down and the champagne was gone, but I had to give her credit. She’d really done her thing. I never thought anyone would be able to match Lisa in the bedroom, but Val had come damn close. Once she got to know my body, the possibilities were going to be truly endless.
If the night was any indicator, Val was about to become a big part of my life. I decided it was time to finally move on. I’d never give up my girls, but it was time for Lisa and I to go our separate ways. The divorce papers had been in my briefcase for almost three weeks waiting to be signed, and for whatever reason I just couldn’t get myself to sign them. Well, that was about to change. I got out of the bed, trying my best not to disturb Val. I walked into the living room where I had left my briefcase when I dropped Val off to change after work. I sat down on the sofa and opened it. There it was, the divorce decree, looking up at me. I removed the papers and flipped through them to the final page where my signature would go. With one quick swipe of the pen, I would be throwing away seven years of my life. After all Lisa and I had been through, I never imagined things would come to this. A tear ran down my face as I picked up a pen and signed the papers. Now it was just a matter of time before Lisa and I ended up in front of a judge to finalize child support and alimony to officially end our marriage.
21
 
Jay
 
“Oh shit, Jay,” she gasped.
Squeak!
“Oh, God!”
Squeak!
“I’m almost there, Jay!”
Squeak!
“Don’t stop!”
Squeak
!
“That’s it!”
Squeak!
The bed was squeakin’, Kenya was screamin’, but me, I was just goin’ through the motions. We’d been doing the nasty for the better part of an hour, and like the rest of my life lately, it wasn’t very interesting. Kenya, however, was on a mission. She was trying her best to wear my ass out before I left the house for the night, but she was the one gettin’ worn out. It’s amazing how easy it is to fool a woman into thinking she’s doing the job when you could be thinking about anything but what she’s doing to you. All it takes is a few
Ohhhh babys,
a couple
Damn, that feels goods,
and some weird facial expressions and she thinks she’s sent you to heaven. Women have always assumed they owned the patent on faking pleasure, but I’d put on a few Academy Award-winning performances myself over the years.
When I was sure Kenya had gotten hers, I decided to end my little charade by closing my eyes and pretending she was Tracy. Within minutes I had done my thing and it was all over, Kenya none the wiser. Lately, anytime I was with my wife, I had to imagine Tracy to complete the act. Not that it was hard to conjure an image of Tracy. She was all I could think about. It had been six weeks since I’d been arrested and over three months since I’d seen Tracy, but I still couldn’t get her out of my head. It was hard even for me to believe how much I loved her, let alone explain it to someone else, but somehow she’d seeped deep inside my soul and taken over my mind.
“Now you can go out,” Kenya said with a satisfied smile, startling me out of my momentary fantasy.
If she hadn’t been staring me directly in the face, I would have laughed at her. It just seemed incredible to me that she actually thought our little forty-five-minute romp was going to stop me from having a good time at Allen’s bachelor party. She had to be fucking crazy. As one of Allen’s best men, I was gonna be hosting the bachelor party and it was gonna be
off the hook
. We’d rented the entire Players Club on Sutphin Boulevard, with the help of Kyle’s money, of course. And I’d made sure they were going to have thirty of the finest women you ever wanna see performing. I was a club member, so I’d picked these beauties myself. Players was a private strip club that didn’t even open up ’til midnight. but that didn’t stop it from being the best strip club in Queens. It was owned by two cops and they required either membership or an invitation from a member to get in. The club’s exclusive clientele meant the girls inside were fully nude, with no restrictions when it came to sexual acts onstage or off. The club’s slogan was “You pay, you play.”
I got out of bed and gave Kenya a peck on the cheek, then went to the bathroom to prepare for my male-bonding session with the boys. It was around eleven-thirty and I was supposed to meet Kyle at midnight to head to the party. When I finished taking my shower, I got dressed and headed straight out the door. Kenya didn’t even stop me for a good-night kiss, ’cause she was already snoring in the bed. So much for
her
wearing
me
out.
It was half past midnight when I pulled in front of Kyle’s apartment and beeped the horn. A few minutes latter he strolled out the door, not looking too pleased at all.
“Think you could be on time for once, my brotha?” He slid into the front seat with an attitude.
“Please, man, them sorry-ass niggas don’t know how to party. The real party ain’t gonna get started ’til me and you get there and you know it, so stop bitching, dawg.”
“I don’t give a shit! You know I hate to be late. Fuckin’ around with you I’m gonna be late to my own damn funeral.”
“Yeah, well, if that’s the case, then we always gonna be late ’cause that’s one place I don’t want you to be on time to, my brotha.” I laughed as we pulled off to drive the mile and a half to Sutphin Boulevard.
When we got in the club, contrary to what I had told Kyle, the party had already gotten started. Brothers were gettin’ their drink on and some were even gettin’ their freak on. The stage was surrounded by brothers watching two fine-ass sisters doing an XXX-rated lesbian show. It musta been a real freak show too ’cause brothers were reaching into their pockets and throwing money on the stage. Off to the right in a corner, Kyle’s lawyer Greg Thomas was butt-ass naked with some sister in a cowboy hat riding him like he was a bucking bronco. And there in the middle of everything was my boy Allen sitting on the traditional bachelor party throne wearing only his boxers. He had a beer in one hand and the butt of some fine-ass redbone in the other. Now that’s what I call enjoying your bachelor party.
As we walked over to the bar, Kyle and I said our customary
what’s ups
and
how’ve you beens
to the brothers we’d invited to the party. Then we sat down at the bar and ordered two drinks, Dewars on the rocks for him and a Heineken for me. We hadn’t been sitting there long before Wil stumbled over drunk as hell. He hugged Kyle and ignored me.
“What’s up with the camera there, big Wil?” Kyle laughed. Every time Wil went out, he was always carrying that damn camera.
“I figure a party like this, there’s gonna be quite a few Kodak moments.” Wil grinned and snapped a picture of Kyle.
“Yeah, well, you be careful with that camera. Shit like that could get a brother in some serious trouble. Don’t forget what happened to my brother Dwayne.” Kyle gave Wil a serious look. His brother had been divorced because his wife found the videotape of his bachelor party.
“Come on, man, don’t you think I know that?” Wil slurred.
“Just making sure,” Kyle replied. “What you drinkin’?”
Wil held up his empty glass. “The usual.”
Kyle turned to the bartender and ordered Wil a rum and Coke. That’s when I took the opportunity to clear the air between Wil and me. It had been a few weeks since I tried to speak to him, so I figured this was as good a time as any to see if he was still holding a grudge.
“So what’s up, Wil?”
“Nothin’.” He cut his eyes at me as if I was annoying him.

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